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Mrs. Love. Forgive! I like that air of confidence, when you know, that, on my side, it is, at worst, an error in judgment; whereas, on yours

Mrs. Bell. Po! po! never stand disputing: you know each other's faults and virtues: you have nothing to do but to mend the former, and there, kiss and be friends.

enjoy the latter. There, There, Mrs. Lovemore,

take your reclaimed libertine to your arms.

Love. 'Tis in your power, madam, to make a reclaimed libertine of me indeed.

Mrs. Love. From this moment it shall be our mutual study to please each other.

Love. A match with all my heart. I shall hereafter be ashamed only of my follies, but never shall be ashamed of owning that I sincerely love you.

Sir Bash. Shan't you be ashamed?

Love. Never, sir.

Sir Bash. And will you keep me in countenance?
Love. I will.

Sir Bash. Give me your hand. I now forgive you all, from the bottom of my heart. My Lady Constant, I own the letter, I own the sentiments of it; [Embraces her.] and from this moment I take you to my heart.Lovemore, zookers! you have made a man of me! Sir Bril. And now, Mr. Lovemore, may I to hope for pardon at that lady's hands?

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[Points to MRS. LOVEMORE, Love. My dear confederate in vice, your pardon is granted. Two sad dogs we have been. But come, give us your hand: we have used each other d-nably— for the future we will endeavour to make each other amends.

Sir Bril. And so we will.

Love. And now I heartily congratulate the whole company that this business has had so happy a tendency to convince each of us of our folly.

Mrs. Bell. Pray, sir, don't draw me into a share of your folly.

Love. Come, come, my dear ma'am, you are not without your share of it. This will teach you, for the future, to be content with one lover at a time, without listening to a fellow you know nothing of, because he assumes a title, and reports well of himself.

Mrs. Bell. The reproof is just, I grant it.

Love. Come, let us join the company cheerfully, keep our own secrets, and not make ourselves the town talk. Sir Bash. Ay, ay, let us keep the secret.

Love. What, returning to your fears again?

Sir Bash. I have done.

Love, Though, faith, if this business were known in the world, it might prove a very useful lesson: the men would see how their passions may carry them into the danger of wounding the bosom of a friend: the ladies would learn, that, after the marriage rites, they should not suffer their powers of pleasing to languish away, but should still remember to sacrifice to the Graces.

To win a man, when all your pains succeed,
THE WAY TO KEEP HIM is a task indeed.

[Exeunt.

THE END.

THE

FUGITIVE;

A COMEDY.

BY

JOSEPH RICHARDSON.

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THE

FUGITIVE.

ACT I.

Scene I.-An Apartment in Sir William Wingrove's House. Enter SIR WILLIAM and MISS JULIA WINGrove. Julia. Let me entreat you, sir, to hear me―let reason be my advocate.

Sir Will. Reason, Julia!-You know 'tis my delight, my glory. What constitutes the pre-eminence of man, but his reason? "Tis, like the sacred virtue of high blood, a natural exaltation, of which we can never lose the advantage, but by voluntary degradation, or perverse misuse-What but reason is the foundation of my preference for Lord Dartford ?-Is he not of a family as ancient even as my own?

Julia. Did Lord Dartford inherit any of the virtues, which, probably, acquired those highly valued honours of his ancestry, my father might have some cause to regret that his daughter's inclinations were at enmity with her duty.

Sir Will. And where, madam, have you learnt, that the splendour of Lord Dartford's family suffers any diminution in his own person?

Julia. Where some of the happiest years of my life have been passed, sir, at my dear deceased aunt's.

Sir Will. Mr. Manly, now, I dare say, had not the least share in producing this aversion to Lord Dartford.

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